say you won't let go

12

chapter title : empty 

summary : aftermath of their intense "breakup". let's hope for a happy ending soon :)

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urgh-

chuuya's head hurts like shit, probably from the crazy amount of alcohol he had last night. urgh- he feels like shit, like some sort of dead zombie instead of a proper human being. he reeks of the smell of alcohol and what is that heavy stench? urgh, gross. hasn't he bathe yesterday? yuck.

stalking to the bathroom, the ginger took a good look at himself at the bathroom mirror. yup, he also looks like shit. messy, disheveled hair, eyelids barely even able to keep open, eye bags heavier than an actual cow, clothes ripped and torn from head to toe. gosh, he look like those homeless people who hasn't bathe in weeks.

memories of what he did last night were blurry, but he could feel grime and dirt all over him. did he roll in the mud at the lawn outside? anyways, he turn on the tap to wipe off all that dirt, hoping the cold, running water could help to wake up that lifeless soul in him too.

he never thought a life without dazai would be like this. dull, boring, lifeless, like his life just lost its meaning. he thought he'll be able to manage. but it's fine, because this is just the first few stages after a heartbreak. after intense emptiness will come recovery and he'll be able to grip onto the life he had before and hopefully, look sane.

"you okay? you had a heck of a night last night, sir." tachihara asked concernedly as he pass chuuya a towel to wipe off the water droplets on his face. right- tachihara was with him all along as well. guilt engulf him. did he cause trouble for his roommate?

"oh you did cause a lot of trouble just so you know. 5 neighbours came to complain about the amount of noise and nonsense you caused last night just this morning. i had to deal with them all but it's fine. as long as you're feeling alright." tachihara gave him a small smile, while helping chuuya wipe his still-wet face.

he's actually glad. the comforting fact that he had friends that cared so much about him and was able to help him through this devastating time. "i- i'm so stupid, tachi. i should have listened to you in the beginning. if i had listen to you, i, i-" chuuya broke out into a loud sob, sniffling loudly as tachihara brought him closer to embrace him into a hug.

"hush, it's okay chuuya. people makes mistakes all the time. and it's not like it's your fault. that shitty bastard should be the one to blame." that caused chuuya to sob even louder, burying his pathetic, crying face into tachihara's broad chest, gripping tightly onto his friend, comforted by the other's presence.

"was i really that crazy last night?"

"hella. you literally dragged me to a nightclub and drank like 7 bottles of alcohol. almost stripped on the dancefloor, flirted with like 10 men, i literally had to stop their horny asses. then dragged me to our neighbourhood, started shouting at the top of your lungs how shitty that bastard dazai is, literally rolled around at people's lawn yard, and almost killed every fish you saw."

chuuya chuckled slightly at that, he really went feral, huh. it was comforting though. losing his temper once in a while. "fishes? why would i kill them?"

"you kept going on and on about how dazai is a stinky mackerel and that he doesn't deserve to live. you went to every fish store and almost grabbed out all of the fishes if i wasn't there to stop you. you kind of caused the death of 3 of them though." tachihara winced, recalling how painful it was for him to suffer the lecturing of the store owner.

the chuckling now became louder and brighter. "i- i'm so sorry, tachi. i really didn't want to become a menace to society."

"but you WERE a menace to society. you better reflect on your behavior last night." tachihara spoke in a stern-joking manner, but he couldn't hate the other ginger for his behavior. because he too, had his experience of heartbreak before. and it was chuuya who was beside him all along. he was just returning back a small favor.